Faction [Sentinel of Harmony] Livin' On a Prayer

[Jonyna Si]

The years long civil war is finally over. Flying high above the city of Malidris, the flag of the Galactic Alliance flaps in victory. The Service Corps, and several affiliated companies of the GADF, had arrived above the city to assist in what came next. The battle for the city was over. Now it was time to put out the fires. Alliance airspeeders buzzed overhead, as the men and women of the Alliance search the ruins of the battle for survivors.

Objective One: Fixer Upper​

The Dawnbreaker, Command Ship of the Service Corp, has been set up as the primary care station for the reconstruction efforts. With much of the infrastructure of Malidris damaged or destroyed due to the years of civil war, the Inexpungable Class ship has been parked high above the city, it's medical wards turned into a mobile hospital. Jedi Healers have been brought in to work alongside GADF medics, as well as civilian emergency crews to help those in need. Help as you can, and save lives.

Objective Two: Rescue and Rebuild​

The battle for Iridonia has finally ended. The years long civil war finally flames out, with the Galactic Alliance flag flying over the capital building. Yet, with the battle over, the flames of war still burn. Jonyna Si leads the charge as Si Tech and Service Corp sift through the rubble of the war-torn city. Find those in need of saving, look for and defuse the relics of a prolonged conflict, and find a way to make sense of the conflict.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: OPEN

Jonyna had settled into the routine of her work. The Ladybug in front of her, warming up as she went through the regular preflight checks. She hadn't planned to take anyone with her, but given how long the craft was talking, it was entirely possible she'd find a co-pilot somehow.

In the meantime, she poured over the data pad in her arm. Every so often, she seemed to squint and poke at the pad, as if trying to figure out a word. "Fark, I hate these things. Why can't the officers use smaller words..."

 

[Shan Pavond]

"Okay. Okay. Put those who aren't in critical state off over there. Make sure they're comfortable. Make sure they have any fluids they need. Same with any other nourishment they need."

It was good to be back in action. Go over the standard procedures in his mind as he moved through the wards, checking to make sure that everything was working smoothly. Whilst he could just work on healing people one at time, Shan believed this was a better use of his time for now. Reverse his energy for critical cases whilst helping to assist in anyway he could. The weight on his shoulders that constantly pushed him to heal to the point of exhaustion had finally been lifted.

"Here. Let me take this. Take a break. Don't run yourself ragged."

Taking a crate of medical supplies from one of the emergency crew members, Shan hefted it up onto his shoulder before moving through the medical wards to find the right place to put it. Having a quick glance at the box to read what was inside of them before deciding where to go.

Bacta patches...Bacta patches...There's enough Bacta tanks that the more critical injured probably won't need them...So I'll put them near the minor injuries.

With that in mind, Shan headed out towards his destination. Was it wrong of him to feel pleased in the moment? Perhaps, but it was nice to be useful again. Helping out others and helping to save lives. It wasn't like he was happy that they were hurt. When it comes to choosing between being here with those who are hurt, or being out somewhere fighting? He'd always pick this.

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Objective II
Tags: OPEN)

Jack hadn't been present in the battle of Iridonia. Truthfully, he didn't have any reservations for it, Zabraks themselves can be a difficult sort to work with, given their often thick-headed nature. Literally.

Nonetheless, the Knight was commited to his part; lifting up a pile of building debris with the Force, setting it down with care to the side, and gestured for the rescue to sweep through the collapsed rubble, while he waited patiently as the professionals did their job. Lingering smoke polluted the otherwise yellow air, the young Jedi wrinkled his nose, tongue stuck from the unpleasant smell.

Mind on hand, he skidding down pieces of the fallen edges to join the rest more operatives, brushing past to rip open the unhinged door, leading into what looked to have been a boutique. No pleasant fragrance anymore, what counted for me, leading the small team into the darkness.

Just enough light peeking through from Malidris's skylines not to require an alternative source. Yet.

 

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Traditional Jedi Robes (Beige and Brown), Lightsaber (Aqua),
Tag: OPEN | OBJECTIVE: 1?

Serina Calis stood on the observation deck of the Dawnbreaker, her cerulean eyes fixed on the sprawling ruins of Malidris below. Even at this height, the scars of war were evident: buildings reduced to rubble, plumes of smoke still spiraling into the air, and the streets below teeming with life as Alliance forces moved in to bring order to the chaos. She could see the tiny figures of GADF medics and civilian volunteers tending to the wounded, their movements purposeful yet burdened by the enormity of the task ahead.

For Serina, the sight was bittersweet. The Jedi Order's decision to assign her to medical duty had filled her with trepidation. Healing had never been her strength; she lacked the patience and subtle control required for such precise applications of the Force. To her relief, Jedi Knight Jack Wright had intervened on her behalf, arguing that her skills would be better utilized elsewhere—though exactly where remained a matter of interpretation. With her assignment now relegated to "observation," she was free to explore. And explore she would.

Her boots clicked softly against the metallic floor as she left the observation deck. The halls of the Dawnbreaker bustled with activity. Jedi Healers, GADF personnel, and Service Corps workers hurried about, their faces etched with determination. Serina made her way toward the hangar bay, her robe swishing lightly as she walked. Her presence garnered the occasional glance—whether for her striking appearance or her aura of authority, she couldn't be sure—but she paid them no mind. She had a plan.

The hangar bay was alive with energy. Soldiers and technicians moved between docked airspeeders and supply shuttles, unloading crates of medical supplies and food rations. Serina scanned the crowd until her gaze settled on a small group of soldiers near a stack of durasteel crates. Two women and a man, all clad in the worn yet sturdy armor of the GADF, stood in a loose circle, their body language relaxed but their uniforms still showing the dirt and grime of recent battle.

One of the women had long blonde hair tied back into a practical ponytail, her fair complexion marred by a streak of soot across her cheek. The other woman, with cropped red hair and a freckled face, was animatedly gesturing as she spoke. The man, broad-shouldered and rugged, with dark stubble lining his jaw, leaned casually against a crate, his expression amused.

Serina approached them with deliberate steps, her curiosity piqued. Their laughter and easy camaraderie stood in stark contrast to the somber mood that permeated the rest of the ship. As she neared, the blonde woman noticed her first, nudging the others to attention.

"Hey there, Jedi," the blonde greeted, her tone warm but laced with curiosity. "Lost your way to the medbay?"

Serina smiled faintly, her hands clasped behind her back in her usual posture of poise. "Not quite. I was observing the reconstruction efforts when I saw the three of you. I couldn't help but notice you seemed... less preoccupied than the others."

The red-haired woman smirked. "We're taking a breather. Last shift was brutal. Clearing mines and digging survivors out of collapsed buildings isn't exactly light work."

The man gestured to the crates they were leaning against. "And now, we're waiting for the next deployment orders. Figured we'd kill some time."

Serina tilted her head, her curiosity growing. "How do soldiers of the Galactic Alliance kill time?"

"Cards," the blonde said simply, pulling a deck from her utility belt and shuffling it deftly. "We were about to deal out a hand of Sabacc. You in?"

Serina hesitated. "I've never played Sabacc before."

The red-haired woman grinned mischievously. "What kind of Core World upbringing did you have? Never played Sabacc?"

"I was trained as a Jedi," Serina replied with a touch of dry humor. "We don't gamble."

"Well, no time like the present," the blonde said, her tone inviting. "We'll teach you."

Serina held up a hand. "Actually, I know another game. Pazaak, my father taught it to me when I was young. Perhaps you've heard of it?"

The trio exchanged glances before the man nodded. "Classic. Haven't played it in years, but I'm in. You any good?"

Serina smiled faintly. "We'll see."

The red-haired woman's grin widened. "What rules are we playing? Republic Senate?"

The man snorted. "No way. What's the point if credits aren't on the line?"

"Credits?" Serina raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. I suppose I could spare a few."

The blonde woman was already laughing when the redhead spoke up again, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "How about Nar Shaddaa rules? You know, bet weapons, gear, or—" she leaned closer with a smirk—"clothing?"

Serina's eyes widened briefly, and then she laughed, shaking her head, but also fascinated. "I think I'll pass on that variation, for now."

The man chuckled, holding up a hand to forestall any further suggestions. "We're still technically on duty, remember? Let's keep it professional—or at least close to it."

Serina was excited to finally be out of the temple, to experience the perspectives of the real world, of real people. The group settled around a makeshift table created from a nearby crate. The blonde dealt the cards with practiced ease, and the game began.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan let out a sigh as he placed the supplies down into the ward, before rubbing his sleeve along his forehead. Hard work was fun, in moderation at least. Compared to spending all of his time studying, it was always good to get the blood flowing and the muscles working! Not that he didn't consider his brain a muscle. Though now it was probably a good time for him to head out on a break himself. It was a time for him to actually see a bit of what had went down. Since erh...well...he had been out of the loop slightly. All he heard was that healers were needed and he came straight to the Dawnbreaker but upon further thinking...Maybe it would have been a good idea to know what he was getting himself into.

With his arms held behind his back and his held up high, Shan set out to wander amongst the Dawnbreaker to see what was going on. Watching as people busied themselves with carrying supplies throughout the ship or resting during these precious moments of downtime. It brought a smile to his face. Seeing regular people working together in their down time. He knew no matter how much he didn't like it, Shan wasn't a regular person like them. Being a Jedi meant that people would assume you were more important or more valued than the average person which he never agreed with. What made him more important than the soldiers here, working their hardest to help people without a crutch like the Force? Nothing. At least in his eyes.

He could even hear it around him. How much these people were trying their hardest with their own physical talent. The Mirialan sighed to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Why did his thoughts always have to get philosophical? Why couldn't he think about something simple like Bliztball or Podracing. Noooooo. He just had to think about his purpose in the universe. It was simple to an extent. He was here to help people. In any way he could. But did that mean his value was thus connected to the value of the people he helped? Or was it connected to the potential value of the people he could help?

"How about Nar Shaddaa rules?"

A sudden voice snapped Shan out of his thoughts as he heard the mentioning of his homeworld. Bringing him back to reality with a smile. He turned his head in the direction of the voice, heading off in that direction and raising an eyebrow at the quartet of people he could see together. Three soldiers and a...Padawan? This seemed like a strange place for a Padawan to be hanging out. If he had been harsher, he might have told her to get back to work, but he wasn't her master. Plus he was willing to let people relax if they wanted to.

"I've seen far too many people on the streets back home without a penny to their name because of those rule. If you're looking for an alternative ruleset, you could let the winner of each hand ask a question. Get to know each other and build up a sense of...comradery."

Like truth or dare. Sure, truth or dare was a kid's game but curiosity was something that everyone had, no matter what their age was. He tilted his head as he looked amongst the group with a small upturned smirk, watching the cards being dealt. Gambling and games of chance had never had an appeal to him. He preferred to put his faith in something concrete. Though it would be fun to see how the game went.

Serina Calis

 

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Traditional Jedi Robes (Beige and Brown), Lightsaber (Aqua),
Tag: Shan Pavond | OBJECTIVE: 1?

Serina's attention shifted at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, her gaze falling on the Mirialan Jedi as he approached. His presence was different from the soldiers she'd been speaking with—more thoughtful, perhaps even contemplative, but his small smirk betrayed an easygoing nature. She studied him briefly, noting the green hue of his skin, the geometric tattoos marking his face, and the way his eyes flicked between her and the soldiers, measuring the situation with curiosity.

His suggestion lingered in the air for a moment. A sense of camaraderie through shared questions? It wasn't an entirely unreasonable idea, though Serina was uncertain how well it would mix with the soldiers' rough-edged banter. She tilted her head, considering his words, before glancing back at the group.

The blonde soldier leaned back, shuffling the cards in her hands with the casual ease of someone accustomed to the rhythm of downtime games. "Questions instead of credits?" she echoed, her lips curling into a half-smile. "I dunno, I've got plenty of credits, but secrets? Those are a different kind of valuable."

The red-haired soldier chuckled, shaking her head. "Not all of us are in the mood for twenty questions. Besides, where's the thrill in that? Gambling's supposed to be risky."

"Exactly," the man interjected, leaning his elbows on the makeshift table. "You need stakes to make it interesting. Credits, gear—something tangible."

Serina raised her hand slightly to pause the discussion, her own faint smirk playing at her lips as she turned her focus to the Mirialan. "While I appreciate the philosophical undertones of your suggestion, I think these soldiers might find a game of 'truth' lacking the adrenaline they're looking for."

Her tone was light, playful, but there was an edge of respect in the way she addressed him. He was a fellow Jedi, after all, and his demeanor reminded her that they were here for a greater purpose than card games. Yet, there was value in moments like these—brief glimpses of connection amid the aftermath of conflict.

"Still," she added, folding her arms thoughtfully, "perhaps we could compromise. For every round played, the winner could ask one question, in addition to claiming their stake. Something harmless, of course," she said with a glance toward the red-haired soldier, whose mischievous grin was already forming.

The blonde tapped the cards on the table, her smile widening. "I could live with that. Might be fun to hear what the Jedi want to know about us."

Serina turned back to the Mirialan Jedi, gesturing toward an empty crate near the table. "You're welcome to join us if you'd like. You don't need to gamble, but you seem curious enough to observe. And I'm sure the soldiers here wouldn't mind answering a few of your questions if you win a round."

The man glanced between Serina and the soldiers, his expression unreadable for a moment before his eyes lingered on the cards in the blonde's hands. Serina waited patiently, intrigued to see if he'd accept her invitation. Either way, she leaned forward, ready to deal herself in. For the first time in a while, she felt a small spark of excitement—not from the game itself, but from the prospect of learning more about the lives of those who had fought so hard for the Galactic Alliance.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan's eyes narrowed for a moment but he nodded at the alternate suggestion. Perhaps it had been his naivety but he had forgotten that gambling for credits was far more...enjoyable to the average person. He had always wished it was just a thing they did on Nar Shaddaa. It also made sense that people weren't willing to give up their secrets. It was far more risk in his eyes than simply giving up credits but that was neither here nor there.

If he was going to gamble however...He'd need to make sure that he was at least somewhat wise with keeping some of his credits. After all, he had plenty of plans he wanted to make sure he could get afford in the future. The Mirialan didn't want to be anything like his father, getting into debt with various loan sharks. It was one of the things that pushed him to help so many people as he could honestly. To be the complete opposite of his dad. He just had to remind himself that this game was just for fun. There was no ulterior motives here.

"I don't mind having a bit of a gamble. As long as they're all okay with the idea of me taking part."

There was the off chance that they might think a Jedi would have an unfair advantage with gambling and if that was the case, he was more than content to stay out of the actual gambling portion of the game. Now that he thought about it, it was a good thing he had got sent to the Jedi to learn how to use the Force...Shan could only imagine his father trying to use him as some kind of fortune-telling tool.

"Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. Shan Pavond. A pleasure to meet you all."

There was no need for him to include the Jedi Knight part. He thought it would sound like he had a bit of an ego. Plus he didn't really want them calling him like Knight Pavond or something. He was Shan, and that was it in his eyes.

Serina Calis

 

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Traditional Jedi Robes (Beige and Brown), Lightsaber (Aqua),
Tag: Shan Pavond | OBJECTIVE: 1?

Serina offered Shan a polite nod as he introduced himself, filing away his name for later reflection. His demeanor struck her as both earnest and contemplative—qualities she respected, even if they contrasted with her own growing tendency to question Jedi orthodoxy. She wondered briefly how many battles he'd been a part of, what experiences had shaped him, and whether he shared the same lingering doubts about the limitations of their teachings.

As she took her seat at the makeshift table, Serina's thoughts wandered briefly to the mechanics of the game. Pazaak, at its core, was as much a game of wit and observation as it was luck. Watching for tells, calculating probabilities, gauging the confidence—or desperation—of an opponent's moves... all of it appealed to her methodical mind. She had no intention of losing her first game.

The deck was passed around, and each player received their side deck—a collection of cards they could use to manipulate the results. Serina's fingers brushed the edges of her own cards, their weight and texture familiar yet thrilling. It had been years since she last played, and though her father had only ever taught her the basics, she recalled his emphasis on patience and precision.

Yet, a small, mischievous thought crept into her mind as she glanced at the others. If she reached out to the Force—just lightly, nothing overt—she might be able to tip the odds in her favor. A subtle nudge here, a faint suggestion there... nothing anyone would notice. It wasn't as though she would be breaking any rules. After all, wasn't the Force simply another tool at her disposal?

Her gaze flicked to Shan. If he played, would he sense it? Would he care? The thought of him catching her gave her pause, and she sighed inwardly. For now, she decided against it. Not because of any moral quandary, but she really couldn't risk Shan catching on.

The blonde soldier—who introduced herself as Corporal Yelena—began the game, dealing the first set of cards with practiced ease, a shared side deck of 30 was used to supplement the fact only Yelena and Serina had side decks, with Serina using her own. Serina received her initial hand and studied it closely: a +3, a +4, a -3, and a 6. Decent, but not perfect. The goal was to reach 20 without exceeding it, and she had some room to maneuver.

"Everyone ready?" Yelena asked, her smile wide as she scanned the group, the soldiers having placed their bets already.

The red-haired soldier, who went by the name Frey, grinned as she examined her cards. "Born ready. Let's see if this Jedi knows how to lose gracefully."

"I'd rather not find out," Serina quipped, her tone light but competitive. She placed her bet—10 credits, a modest amount compared to the others' contributions—and leaned back, watching the others with quiet focus.

The first round began, with Yelena flipping over a 5 as the first card in the main deck. The other players glanced at their hands, weighing their options. Serina decided to hold for now, unwilling to risk her side deck so early. Frey, ever bold, played a +5 from her side deck, bringing her total to 10.

"Going strong already?" the male soldier—who had introduced himself as Lieutenant Kol—teased. "Don't burn out too fast."

"Don't worry about me," Frey shot back. "Just keep up."

Now it came over to Shan's turn, they waited to see if any early moves would come.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan took a small glance towards his cards, raising an eyebrow at the sight of them. He understood that Pazaak was the kind of game where you'd want to keep your emotions subtle. Not show any expressions lest you give away what your hand possibly could be. Yet...Shan didn't overtly care about that. He has always been an open book and changing that just for a card game seemed ridiculous. Plus, it could play into a little strategy of his own. Being overly expressive over your cards could be seen as some kind of bluff. Even if bluffing wasn't something that was in Shan's repertoire of skills.

Born ready. Let's see if this Jedi knows how to lose gracefully."

"Unfortunately losing 101 isn't a subject the Jedi teach."

A small little smirk came up at Shan's teasing. As much as he was polite and respectful, he also had a way with being able to tease people or insult them. He recalled the time him and Corazona were sparring when they were younger and he used mud alongside his words to taunt her...It didn't end well for him, but it was still a fond memory either way.

Risk taking also wasn't much of a skill that Shan had but it was still something he'd attempt, offering a small sum of 50 credits. It was mostly a friendly wager. He was probably going to start reducing his bets as the game went on. After all, if he wanted to end up building his own homestead in the future, he was going to need to try and store as much credits as he could.

For someone who had a positive outlook to everything, his hand was well...saying the opposite. A + 3 was all well and nice...but there was also a -4, -2 and -1. He could technically try to play a bit more risky with that. After all, it didn't matter that much if he went over by a little bit. He stared down at the cards, as his mind was twisting and turning. The wheels and cogs that made up his brain trying to do small calculations of probabilities in his mind. Logic was something that was always a part of his beliefs, as much as feeling that things were right. He couldn't rely on the Force however. The Force was with everyone and he didn't think it would pick favourites.

"I think...I'm not going to do anything this turn."

It was better to let your opponents exhaust their supplies anyway. It was like a war of attrition. Though Shan blinked at that thought. Treating a simple game of cards as a war was perhaps...not the best thought to have. Though he dismissed that thought as easily as it came, turning his attention over the soldier next in line.

Serina Calis

 

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Traditional Jedi Robes (Beige and Brown), Lightsaber (Aqua),
Tag: Shan Pavond | OBJECTIVE: 1?

Serina's fingers toyed idly with the edge of her cards as she watched Shan take his turn. His casual, open demeanor was a fascinating contrast to the calculated approach of the soldiers around the table. His lack of concern for masking his thoughts or emotions amused her, though she wondered if it might prove to be a clever form of misdirection.

When he announced his decision to pass, Serina tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Holding back so soon, Shan? I was expecting a bit more daring from you," she teased, her tone light and almost flirtatious. "Then again, I suppose patience is a Jedi virtue."

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before returning to her cards. The game was progressing slowly, the stakes still modest, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension at the table—a subtle dance of strategy and personality. Serina thrived on moments like this, where observation and wit carried as much weight as the luck of the draw.

Yelena flipped the next card from the main deck, revealing a 7. Serina glanced at her total: the initial 5 plus the 7 brought her to 12. A safe number, but one that left her with little room for error if the next card was high. Her side deck offered options—her +4 could bring her closer to the goal of 20, but it felt too early to commit.

"Decisions, decisions," she mused aloud, her voice laced with mock drama. "Do I play it safe or take a risk? What do you think, Lieutenant Kol? Should I tempt fate or trust my instincts?"

Kol, leaning back in his chair with an easy grin, shrugged. "Fate has a funny way of biting you when you least expect it. I'd trust your instincts, Jedi."

Serina chuckled softly. "Wise words for a soldier. But then again, isn't battle all about tempting fate?" She paused, letting the tension build for a moment before her smile widened. "I'll hold for now. Let's see where this leads."

She placed her cards face down on the table, leaning back slightly and folding her arms as the play moved to Yelena. The blonde corporal didn't waste any time, playing a +3 from her side deck to bring her total to 15.

Frey groaned theatrically. "Show-off. Watch her win this whole thing just by going slow and steady."

"Sometimes slow and steady wins the race," Yelena replied with a smirk, sliding her cards back toward the center.

Serina glanced at Shan again, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems we're surrounded by cautious strategists tonight. Don't let their careful play make you second-guess yourself, Shan. Some of us appreciate a bold move now and then."

She tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting in a teasing smile. "Unless, of course, you're worried about your credits. In that case, feel free to stay conservative."

 

[Shan Pavond]

"Holding back so soon, Shan? I was expecting a bit more daring from you,

Shan raised an eyebrow at Serina's tone of voice. If he had been younger, and a padawan, Serina might have been able to distract him but he shook his head at her, breaking out into a small smile. Shaking his head at the mentioning of it being patience.

"Daring has never been my thing. I do things at my own pace. Always have, and always will."

Shan could see the tension clear as day amongst the group. The stakes starting to build as time went on...meanwhile Shan just continued to just act casual, stretching his arms out for a moment and shuffling his cards amongst his hand. Though he squinted at the sight of the card that was being placed. 12 over all...There wasn't much of a point of him playing any of his cards. In fact...this was near perfect for him. A nine or ten could lead to him being able to play one of his minus cards. A nine, ten or five were what he was relying on right now.

"It seems we're surrounded by cautious strategists tonight. Don't let their careful play make you second-guess yourself, Shan. Some of us appreciate a bold move now and then."

"Fortune may favour the bold. But I don't look for fortune. I am content with having fun. Spending time with people is fantastic. Why would I want to speed through it all?"

He teased. He was a fan of being slow and steady. See what cards were going to be put down next and then play from those as he just waved his hand to dismiss his turn right now. Shan would be lying if he said there wasn't some kind of enjoyment out of this. As long as it was for fun, and not for people's livelihoods.